He sat up, scrubbing his hand across his face, before squinting blearily at her side of the bed.  It was empty and he felt an odd moment of fear before he realized she was in the shower.  The water turned off and he relaxed against the pillows.  She crept into the bedroom, wearing a thick robe and her long dark hair piled into a messy bun on the top of her head.  She moved quietly toward the door and squeaked in surprise when he cleared this throat.

“Where are you going, darlin’?”

“I – I was thirsty.”

He frowned at the anxiety in her voice and climbed naked out of the bed.  She glanced at his cock, her cheeks turning pink, as he strode toward her.

“You must be hungry as well.”  He put his arm around her waist and nuzzled her neck.

“I’m sorry.  I made us lose our dinner reservation,” she said breathlessly.

He kissed her throat.  “It was worth it.”

“Yeah?”  She gave him another anxious look and he nodded immediately.

“Yes, Jules.  More than worth it.”

She took a deep, trembling breath and he frowned at her.  “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing.”  She smiled at him.  “I guess, I – I mean, I don’t know what we do now.  Do I say thank you?  Are you leaving now?  I just - ”

“Do you want me to leave?”  He grasped her chin and raised her face to his.

“No.  I want you to stay the night with me,” she whispered.

“Then I will.”  He kissed the tip of her nose.  “Why don’t we go downstairs and I’ll cook you my world-famous French toast?”

“All right.”  She gave him a shy smile and he couldn’t resist kissing her sweet mouth.

“Good.”  He pulled on his pants but didn’t bother with his shirt as she watched from the doorway.  His gaze fell on the yellow nightie still draped across the end of the bed and he picked it up.

“Will you wear this, Jules?”

She clutched the neckline of her robe for a moment and then nodded.  “Yes.”

He watched, his gaze roaming hungrily over her naked body as she shed her robe and pulled the nightgown over her head.  The flimsy material clung to her breasts and stopped at the middle of her thighs.  He stared at the dark shadow between her thighs, barely visible through the thin material.  She blushed furiously and a small smile of satisfaction crossed his lips when she stopped herself from crossing her arms over her breasts. 

“You look beautiful, Jules.”

“Thank you,” she replied.

“I’ll meet you downstairs.  I just need to use the bathroom.”

She nodded and left the bedroom.  He used the washroom before fishing his phone out of his suit jacket.  He sent a short text to Cal and shut the phone off before his brother could reply.  He took a condom from the bedside table and slipped it into his pocket before leaving the room.

 

* * *

 

“Do you like to cook?”

He shrugged as he flipped the bread in the pan.  “I don’t hate it.  A few years ago, after living on canned soup and frozen dinners for way too long, I had my mom teach me a bunch of stuff about cooking.  She got a kick out of that.  When we were younger, she tried to teach me and my siblings how to cook but my sister was the only one who actually paid any attention.”

“Are you close to your siblings?”  Julie asked.

He nodded.  “I’m probably closest to my brother but I get along with my sister.  She’s a few years younger than us so we gave her some grief as kids but she’s forgiven us for all the teasing.”

“I always wanted a sister.  Someone I could share clothes and make-up and secrets with,” Julie said.

“Why didn’t your dad remarry?”

She shrugged.  “I don’t know.” 

She rubbed her hand across the smooth surface of the kitchen table.  Her father had never brought a woman home to meet her.  She suspected that he was dating, occasionally he would go out at night and come home smelling of perfume, but over the years even that dwindled to a stop.

Court slid a piece of French toast onto the plate in front of her before placing one on his own.  Behind him, two more pieces sizzled in the pan and he handed her the syrup.  “Eat up.”

She dug into the French toast as her belly rumbled.  It was delicious and she grinned at him.  “It’s really good.”

“Thanks.”  He ate his quickly and flipped the other pieces as she savoured each bite.  She shook her head when he brought the second piece to her.

“I’d better not.”

He frowned.  “One piece of French toast isn’t enough for dinner, Jules.”

“It’s delicious, really it is, but it’s pretty high in calories so - ”

He slid the piece onto her plate.  “You’ll need the energy.  Trust me, darlin’.”

She blushed at the implication and his grin widened as he sat down.  “God, I really do love the way you blush.”

She rolled her eyes as she poured syrup onto the toast.  “It’s embarrassing.”

“It’s adorable,” he countered.

They ate silently for a few moments before he stared thoughtfully at her.  “So, now that your dad is gone are you going to go back to school to be an architect?”

“God, no.  I’m too old for that now.”

“No you’re not.  People go back to school at any age.  If it’s what you’ve always wanted to do, why not go for it?”

“I – I hadn’t really thought about it, to be honest.”

He finished his food and she stood and took their plates as he leaned back in his chair.  “You should think about it.”

“Maybe I will.”  She rinsed their plates before bending and placing them in the dishwasher.  He stared at her ass.  The nightgown barely covered it when she bent and as she straightened, he reached out and stroked one firm cheek.

She jumped and peered wide-eyed over her shoulder at him as he continued to caress her ass.  He slid his hand under her nightgown and cupped and massaged her bare ass before he pushed his chair back and patted his lap.

“Come here, Jules.”

She swallowed nervously before approaching him.  When she went to sit down, he said, “No, straddle me.”

“I – I’m not wearing underwear.”  His touch and the way he was looking at her was enough to bring on an embarrassing amount of wetness between her thighs and he was bound to notice when she dripped all over his damn pants.

Her face flamed and she bit at her bottom lip.  Court was going to think she was some kind of freak.  Normal women didn’t get this wet from having their ass groped, did they?

“I’m aware of that.”  There was amusement in his voice and she resisted when he tugged on her hand.

“I – I don’t want to ruin your pants,” she whispered.

He cocked his head at her.  “Why would you ruin my pants?”

“Because I’m – I’m…”

She couldn’t say it.  Not in this brightly-lit kitchen.  Not when she was feeling exposed and needy and barely able to stop from drooling with lust all over his broad, naked chest. 

His eyes suddenly darkened with need as understanding washed over him and she felt an answering call of desire deep in her pelvis.  Her pussy throbbed and her nipples hardened as he stood.  He reached into his pocket and placed a condom on the table before placing one arm around her.  His hand pressed in the small of her back and she couldn’t stop her soft moan when she felt his erection press against her belly.

“Are you wet for me, Julie?”  He rubbed her back with one big hand.

“Court, I - ”

“Are you?”  His hand moved to her ass and he squeezed it firmly.

She moaned, her head falling back when he lowered his mouth to her throat.  He nipped it and then licked the spot soothingly.

“Is your pussy wet?”  He murmured.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Say it.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.”  He bit her throat again and she jerked against him.

“My pussy is wet for you.”  She could hear the need in her voice.

“Spread your legs, Jules.”  He waited patiently until she shifted her thighs apart.

He slipped his hand under her nightgown and cupped her pussy.  She cried out when his fingers touched her slick flesh and was helpless to stop the arch of her back.

“So wet,” he groaned as she made a soft mewl of need.

“I love how needy you are for my cock,” he growled into her ear as his fingers rubbed at her swollen clit.

She shuddered with desire and rubbed herself against his hand as he bit at her earlobe.  She wondered if all men were like this.  If they could go from such sweetness to dark desire in a heartbeat the way that Court did.  His words were turning her on almost as much as his hand between her thighs.  Did other women enjoy dirty talk?  Did he think it strange that she liked hearing him say pussy and cock?  She had no idea and didn’t have the courage to ask.

He moved his hand away and she cried out with disappointment.  He sucked on her lower lip as his hand moved to the button of his pants.  He undid them and pushed them down his hips until they pooled at his feet. 

He sat naked on the chair before patting his lap again. “Problem solved, Jules.”

She stared at his cock as he rolled the condom onto it.  It was standing up proudly from the nest of dark hair that surrounded it and she felt a curious sense of pride. 

I did that to him, she thought and another odd tickle of pride went through her.

“Julie.”  His low voice had her raising her glance to him.

“Straddle me, now.”

His softly-worded demand made her shudder all over and she quickly straddled him.  His cock brushed against her pussy and she arched her hips, trying to take him inside of her.

“Not yet,” he growled again and she gave him a look of frustration.

“I want you.”  She’d never heard her voice like that before – breathless and almost on the verge of an embarrassing whine.

“I know,” he said and petted her back soothingly.  “Soon.”

He pulled off her nightgown and dropped it to the floor.  She felt a moment of embarrassment as he gazed at her naked body in the bright, unforgiving lights of the kitchen but it disappeared when he cupped one heavy breast and lifted it to his hot, wet mouth.  He sucked on her nipple before pulling on it with his teeth.  She arched her back, her hands clutching at his thick hair as he moved back and forth between her breasts.  His mouth was driving her crazy.  The way he used his lips and teeth and tongue to drive her into a frenzy of need as he pulled and sucked and licked at her swollen, throbbing nipples made her want to thrust herself onto his cock.

She reached between them and grabbed his cock.  She rubbed it shamelessly against her clit, her need driving her embarrassment and uncertainty from her, as she gasped and moaned.  He let her use his cock as he continued to suck and bite at her nipples, and she was on the verge of an orgasm when he reached between them and pulled her hand away.

“No!”  She cried out with frustration and tried to yank her hand free. 

He kissed her deeply on the mouth, shoving his tongue between her lips and coaxing her tongue into his.  He sucked hard on her tongue as he lifted her and guided his cock into her wet, tight core.

She tore her mouth free, her fingers digging into his back as she panted harshly.  “Oh God!”  She stretched around his hardness, her walls clinging tightly to his cock as he thrust deeply into her.  She clung to his shoulders, her shyness forgotten completely, as she bounced on his cock.  He groaned and slid in and out of her as she drove her body up and down on his.

He reached between them and rubbed her clit with the ball of his thumb.  She contracted tightly around him as she screamed hoarsely and he buried his face in the curve of her neck.  Her pussy tightened and released him in a glorious rhythm as she came and he gave in to the driving need to come and thrust one final time into her.

She shook and moaned as he kissed her neck repeatedly before she collapsed against him.  He stroked her warm back and held her tightly as she burrowed into him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

After a few minutes, she raised her head and stared at him.  “Wow.”

He hugged her tightly.  “Wow doesn’t even begin to describe it, darlin’.”

She kissed his neck tentatively and he stared blankly at the kitchen wall as he shifted her closer.  He was already dreading leaving her tomorrow and he sighed quietly.  What had he gotten himself into?